AN: Thank you for your patience, read between the lines on this one. Please review, you have no idea how much it means to me!

Eric sat at his dining room table, smiling as he ran the numbers. The cash flow in the last few months was nothing short of incredible; it was literally exceeding any expectation he had ever had. And it was all because he had taken a huge gamble eleven months ago, and damn had it paid off! Three months after that, he had taken another gamble- and now, well now he was about to put a cash offer on a ten bedroom mansion located on the lake.

His dreams were finally coming true. Everything was coming true- he had one last thing to do. And while he didn't care to, he had no choice. He had enough money and now the risk was too much. He was done with her.

He had ordered the execution and it was only a matter of time before it happened.

For eleven months, she had been fantastic, amazing. Well, once they got her behavior under control. It had taken much longer then he had first thought, but in the end- it was worth it. She was worth it. Because without her, without her absolute will to survive and fight, he never would have made the money he did.

He had discovered that moving her around was beneficial, but more than that, was making sure everting that was done was digitally recorded and sold. And it was sold over and over and over again- and each time the performance was sold, more money dropped in his pocket. He had averaged that each file earned him $250 each time it was viewed, and these files were viewed multiple times a day. And he had hundreds of files. He never had to life another finger. He was set for life.

Now, he just had to get rid of his liability. Her time was up; and he knew she knew it. Recently, she had become sick, weak and too problematic and expense to keep up with.

So, he had ordered one more film made and it had been fantastic, he knew it would be his best seller. He didn't care about her injuries after this one- she'd be dead soon. But…

An idea occurred to him and he briefly wondered if the executioner would allow it if he gave him some of the royalties. His eyes widened as he got up and walked outside to the small shed where he kept her. He whistled as he took his keys and unlocked the heavy metal gate and walked inside.

She didn't even look up as he stepped towards her; she was a ghost of her old self. Eric bent down next to her and pulled her hair back so that she was looking up at him.

"You know what today is, don't you?" He cooed, dropping his hand to rub her back; not caring about the lacerations that littered her body. "Any last requests?"

She didn't answer him, didn't meet his eye. JJ knew, she knew exactly what was going to happen today and deep down she was ready for it. She was ready for this hell to end. She had given up any hope of being rescued months ago and had been silently begging for death. But it never came.

Until today.

She knew she was going to die today and the only thought that ran though her mind was "get on with it then."

"How should we do it? You've been a good girl lately, a bullet to your head? Quick and peaceful?" He reached down and placed a kiss on her temple. JJ didn't respond. "Or an injection? We could bury you alive, drown you? Light you on fire?" He got no response from her and then stood up. "How about we let our friends decide? We will put a poll up online and let them decide…"

JJ didn't move and his phone rang.

"Ah, our friend is here. You've been a good girl, I'm very proud of you." And he turned on his heals and left the shed.

Eric hummed as he walked to his front door and opened it to allow his friend inside. "Let's just get this over with, Tony."

"hello to you, too." Tony replied coldly as he allowed himself into the home. He brushed past his friend and set his case on the table. "She's worth a lot of money, she's a dammed FBI agent." He spoke quickly. "You want me to off her, you pay me half of your earnings from your last film." Tony stopped and looked at his friend. "And half of what you are getting for whatever you are about to film…"

Eric opened his mouth to argue but quickly stopped. As much as he wanted to argue, he needed Tony. Needed his services, after all, he was the one about to murder a federal agent. "Fine. Just get it over with and take care of the body."

For the next hour, he and Tony worked out the gritty details, about how to do it, where to do it, and what to do with the remains.

It was settled and the men drank to their business deal. Then, as a storm rolled in, they walked to the back, a shovel and rope in Tony's possession, a large needle in Eric's.

"Alright babe, it's time." Eric called and then stopped dead in his tracks.

The door to the shed was swinging open in the wind and rain- the shed was empty. She was gone.